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A single, selfreflecting pool of liquidized shadow rests at the center of a suspended, inverted amphitheater carved from the fossilized echoes of a thousand unspoken apologies, its surface not still but rippling with the thermal afterimage of a confession whispered into the void between two stars that never aligned. The pool does not absorbit reemits, each ripple reversing the entropy of silence, drawing the weight of a century of unshed tears into its core, condensing into a dense, indigo orb that hums with the quantum resonance of a truth that never had to be spoken. The amphitheaters seats are not stonethey are hollowedout shells of petrified breath, each row etched with the chromatic

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